Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1289

Madelyn had waited for half an hour at the agreed place before Mason came slowly.

"Sorry, I was in class," Mason explained without much expression.

In fact, he wasn't attending his class. Sadie complained to him that she had too many extracurricular activities and had no time to take notes in class, so he voluntarily took on the task.

"Never mind." Madelyn, who completely trusted him, asked anxiously, "Mason, can you return the badge I lent you before?"

Mason scowled at the request. The badge was still with Sadie, and he had told her not to rush to return it when he gave it to her. How could he get it back so soon?

After some pondering, he placed his arm around Madelyn's shoulder and said gently, "Don't you want me to spend more time with you? We can go to the Calligraphy Association in a couple of days."

"Of course, I want to," Madelyn blurted out, but she still felt anxious. "But I don't want Helen to think that I disrespect her. You let me take it back, and I will inform her before borrowing it again. It won't take too long."

Mason, losing his patience, withdrew his hand and said haughtily, "I lost the badge, and I can't get it back."

"You lost it? How did you lose it? Where did you lose it? I'll go look for it with you…" Madelyn was a little agitated as she kept asking questions.

"Why are you so annoying?" Mason shook her hand off. "It's lost; how can it be found again?"

Startled, Madelyn was momentarily stunned before saying carefully, "But you promised to keep it well when you asked it from me."

"Yes, I'm at fault." Mason looked at her coldly, refuting indignantly, "But I really didn't expect that you would make such a fuss over a small badge. It seems like we're not suitable for each other. Let's break up. I'm tired."

"What are you talking about?" Madelyn put on a self-deceiving smile, trying to ease the tension. "I'm not making a fuss, and if there's a problem, we can solve it together. Why do you have to say that?"

Mason raised his hand to block her, looking very disappointed. "It's my problem. I'm not ready to love someone yet. I'm sorry, Madelyn. Let's not contact each other again. We're over."

Ryan opened his eyes and saw Helen sitting beside him. He thanked her weakly, "Sorry for troubling you again, Helen…"

His eyes kept closing as if he might fall asleep at any time, but he was trying hard to hold on.

Helen noticed it and softly persuaded him, "Rest for half a day if you're not feeling well. We can record the show at another time."

Before Ryan could answer Helen, his manager, Octavia, walked in through the partition. "There will be no change of time. The schedule has been arranged months in advance. Why are you so fussy?

"You're getting better, right? The recording will start again in ten minutes. Ryan, get up and retouch your makeup."

With a helpless sigh, Ryan forced himself to get up from the couch. But as soon as he stood, he collapsed onto it again, his breathing uneven.